Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.